Wolf's Obsession

by Charisma Knight

  For now, all he wanted to do was mate with Melanie. He couldn't imagine her sexually pleasing her clients, and locking herself away during the course of a full moon, lonely, heated, and longing for a lover's touch. That simply was not the way of the wolf, at least not with his clan. Thorne sat on the bed next to Melanie, his weight causing her to roll slightly towards him.

  Sighing, he couldn't quite understand as to why she possessed no mark. In the beginning, when he thought her to be human, he suspected the mark would enable her to accept the venom of a werewolf. She had to have a mark, especially since he was able to sense her in New Orleans. Sometimes human women died from werewolf bites, other times, if they bore a birthmark, usually in the shape of a wolf's head, or a paw, that meant she would survive the bite. Then again, Melanie was a hybrid, so it was quite possible she bore no mark. Melanie barely moved as Thorne began searching her scalp for a shred of evidence, anything. Something wasn't quite right.

  Melanie's eyes fluttered open and she smiled at her mate.

  “Thorne, what are you doing?” She asked seductively, rising to kiss him on the lips.

  “I just wanted to be close to you Melanie,” Thorne breathed. He wasn't lying, he wanted to be close to her, but also desperately needed to find out what attracted him to her. It had to have had something to do with her heritage.

  “Make love to me Thorne.” Melanie whispered, leaning against the honed warrior. A low growl forming in his throat, Thorne caressed her jaw line, slowly thumbing her chin, and running his hand to her neck, his fingers caressing the base of her skull, touching something semi-hard and leathery.

  “What's this?” Thorne asked, becoming shocked when Melanie jerked away from him suddenly.

  “It's a scab,” Melanie quickly said, rolling off the bed, rising to her feet. “I break out every now and again, you know, and I think must have scratched it.”

  “Oh,” Thorne said, wondering why the hell she was acting so damn jumpy all of a sudden. “Maybe you should have your mother take a look at it. It felt strange, is it infected?” Thorne asked, moving towards Melanie.

  “Thorne, it's fine, really.” Melanie said, changing the subject. “Now, you were going to make love to me?” she said, leaning against Thorne's muscular chest. Seductively, Melanie traced the tribal tattoos along his arm up to the medicine shield tattoo with the wolf's head.

  “Melanie,” Thorne growled. “We're in your parents house,” he moaned, his balls heavy with need. Thorne inhaled deeply as he buried his face in her hair. He smelled something else too. The musky fragrant cream teased and tantalized his nostrils, making them flare. His aroused cock stubbornly pressed against her belly through his leather pants.

  “Thorne, I need you.” Melanie whispered, her nether lips becoming slicker with each passing moment. Her knees became wobbly as he tilted her chin up with his index finger, forcing her to look him in the eyes. His other hand lightly caressed her full breasts, teasing and caressing her aching nipples that required his lips, tongue, and teeth. Her mate's dark rich brown eyes sucked her in, rendering her helpless against his powerful gaze. Through the dark, chestnut brown eyes, shades of yellow burned through, letting loose the ancient wolf that longed to run and be free with his new mate. Back at the club, Thorne held back, stifling his wolf as not to physically hurt Melanie. Now, knowing what she was, he would allow the wolf to rear it's head a little during mating.

  Melanie stepped back, frightened at the sudden change in her mate, then closed the gap between them again, realizing there was nothing to fear. The wolf within made it's way to the surface, and her eyes shone yellow with lust, not anger like the previous time in the hotel room.

  Wolf pheromones permeated the bedroom as the two nipped at one another, a playful way of showing affection. Melanie pushed Thorne on the bed, straddling him. Now it was her turn to be the dominate one.

  “Let your wolf show through Melanie.” Thorne coaxed as his lover raked her nails over the silk black shirt. Thorne's muscles rippled at the feeling of her nails, and his cock hardened even more at the sight of her yellow eyes. Slowly, seductively, Melanie pulled the silk shirt up, revealing his strong pectoral muscles, washboard abdominals, and the thin patch of hair leading from his Xiphoid process into his black leather pants. Quickly, she unzipped them. Black pubic hair enticed her, and the urge to draw him into her mouth consumed her.

  A strong pulsating throb assaulted her core as she leaned forward, raking her tongue across Thorne's flesh. His growls of approval egging her on, Melanie dipped lower, darting her tongue into his pubic hair, causing Thorne to pull her even closer to his body. Pre-cum had already leaked from the large swollen head of his engorged cock. He could feel it moistening the entire head, and he wanted nothing more than to have Melanie run her tongue over his tip, slowly devouring him.

  “Let me up woman.” Thorne growled, realizing it would take an insurmountable amount of strength not to plunge himself deep inside her pussy. Back at the club was raw lust that should have linked them both to one another, forever. “I need to feel your skin against mine.” He breathed.

  Melanie moved off beside him, yanking the dress off her naked body, waiting, as Thorne quickly shed his garments. Gracefully, he returned to the bed, stalking her, as though he were in wolf form. Melanie met him, wrapping her arms around his muscular body. Thorne sat on his haunches as Melanie licked and nibbled at his neck, wrapping her hand around his aching cock.

  Thorne's tongue invaded her mouth, and she had almost forgotten about that precious little piercing he possessed that brought her so much pleasure when he went down on her the evening before. Slowly, she stroked his steel, bathing the tip of his head in pre-cum. A wolf like growl slipped past his lips and he gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to come. Melanie's juices slowly trickled down her inner thigh as she ran her tongue down his neck, to his chest. Licking and biting each nipple as she raked her nails over the man's stomach, causing him to jump. She ventured further, over his abdominals, lingering at his belly button, following the sporadic trail of hair that met up with his pubic area.

  Melanie licked the base of his cock, and slowly traveled up his member to the throbbing head dripping with pre-cum. Like ice cream on a cone, she slurped at the pre-cum, enjoying the hot salty taste of it on her lips and tongue. Teasing the tip with her finger, she played with the long strand of pre-cum just to see the tortured expression on Thorne's face.

  Groaning, Thorne gently pulled her hair, almost begging her to accept him in her mouth. Making the tip disappear in her soft, warm mouth, Melanie sucked hard, causing Thorne to grab handfuls of her hair. Slowly she sucked him down until his head lodged in the back of her throat. As though she were drinking, Melanie contracted her throat muscles while cupping Thorne's tight, heavy balls.

  Swearing an ancient oath of his people's clan, Thorne propped himself up on his elbows to further enjoy Melanie's deliciously wicked show. His masseter muscles in both cheeks twitching in a steady beat as his salivatory glands worked overtime as he deeply inhaled the scent of his mate's cream.

  “I'm going to get you good,” he warned Melanie, fiery passion building in his dark eyes. Flecks of gold slowly appeared as she continued her sweet torture on his cock. Abandoning all tenderness, she deep throated Thorne hard and fast, simultaneously pumping the head of his cock in his fist until his toes curled and his body shook beneath her. She was bringing him to his knees because as hard as Thorne fought to control his orgasm, Melanie instigated further, eventually causing the man to spill his load deep within her throat. Greedily she continued to suck as his cum slowly dribbled from her mouth down her chin, and along the base of her neck.

  Thorne buried his fingers in her hair as he squirmed against her touch, causing the man to jump out of his skin. His cock, still hard required more attention, but now it was Melanie's turn.

  Swiftly Thorne rose, pouncing on his mate as she laughed, wrapping her arms around him. Thorne mounted Melanie, grinding his cock against the wetness of her
mound. Locked in a passionate kiss, they writhed and squirmed against one another's bodies, the friction almost as good as penetration.

  “I need you Melanie,” Thorne moaned.

  “Then take me now Thorne,” she growled, grinding her pelvis against his cock. In vain, she tried manipulating his head against her slick opening. Gently nipping her breast, Thorne held her hips down as Melanie squirmed, lightly cursing him. She enjoyed having him dominate and devour her with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Slowly, he licked and nibbled his way over her breasts, down the flatness of her belly and into the place where she craved him most. Pleasure gripped her from head to toe as Thorne's tongue slowly savored the hot juices clinging to Melanie's labia.

  Smooth, dark, and sweet were the words that ran through his mind as he slowly devoured her wonton hot flesh. Gently pulling her slick folds apart, Thorne circled her fleshy bud with his tongue, eventually pulling the hood back. His generous licks on her swollen clit was entirely too much for Melanie to handle as he quickly darted a tongue in and out of her wet pussy, gently squeezing her clit between his fingers.

  “Thorne, I can't wait any longer, now…please!” Melanie demanded, as her hands traveled to her breasts, pinching, and pulling at her dark perky nipples. She ground her pelvis hard against Thorne's face, riding his tongue until he greedily drank her sweet juices as she came.

  Crying out his name, Melanie's hips rocked with intense pleasure as Thorne slowly crawled up her body, thrusting into her with his hard cock, increasing her pleasure ten times over. Instinctively, Melanie wrapped her thighs around his waist, still reeling from her intense orgasm. Slowly he sank deep inside her, resting his balls against her body, and speaking to her in his native Chippewa tongue.

  “Ma'iingan” “My wolf” Thorne spoke softly to her, licking her neck, slowly pulling the swollen head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy. His breathing laboring, as he pushed his orgasm aside in an effort to bring Melanie to hers. “Nezhahwanega Kedah!” “I love you,” Thorne moaned heavily.

  “Oh my God Thorne! I love you too.” Melanie cried out, close to tears, raking her nails against Thorne's skin. His flesh, dampened with perspiration felt hot and smooth under her palms. Her demanding hands gripped his taunt ass, his cock swiftly stroking her pussy. “I need to come, make me come, please, oh God, Thorne!” Melanie scratched Thorne's back, drawing blood.

  “Gold eyes punched through his regular eye color as the man growled, biting Melanie on her neck, claiming her a second time. Howling with pleasure Melanie shifted a few times into her wolf form. “Ma'iingari! Show me your form again my sweet “Ma'iingari!”

  “Harder Thorne, fuck, oooh, fuck yeesss!” Melanie pleaded, as the two shifted continuously between wolf and human form. “I want to run free with you Melanie.” He growled, throwing his head back, howling as his balls released his load, baptizing Melanie's pussy with his hot seed. Climaxing a few short seconds after Thorne, Melanie howled in unison with her mate…

  Lazily, they basked in the afterglow of their mating, Thorne's cock still lodged inside Melanie's swollen pussy, shifting alternately between humanoid and wolf form. Eventually they shifted into human, still lying in one another's arms. Lying on her side, Melanie scooted as close as possible against her mate, growling as Thorne lightly stroked the small of her back. She ran her palms against his bronzed skin, feeling his cock growing into steel once again, totally aware of what her father told them before he retired to his vampiric sleep. Giggling, Melanie nipped Thorne's nipple, causing a growl to escape his lips.

  * * * * * * *

  “So, Thorne never said where he was going?” Storm Cloudfeather asked Ronnie Redhawke as he sunk into the black leather chair. “I love my little brother, but he's become quite the pain in my fucking ass!” Storm snorted. Storm, a larger version of Thorne had long black hair to the middle of his back. His yellowish orange eyes glowed with fury as he imagined putting a foot up his brother's ass.

  “I don't know where he went, but I can tell you wherever he went, he was seeking his mate.” Ronnie sighed. “Storm, that looks pretty damn nasty, you'd better have Hawk take a look at that,” Ronnie said wrinkling his face as the gauze on Storm's forearm soaked through with blood. Earlier last night, the two members of The Black Claws rumbled with what was left of Raphael's clan.

  “I swear, if I turn into a fucking vampire, I'll skin Thorne's ass alive.” Storm cursed. “I'm way ahead of you brother, Hawk has already looked at it. It should be fine. He said a few chants, and blew smoke on my arm, and all should be well.”

  “Storm, stop your negative talk about our old ways.” Ronnie warned. “Why do you think our clan is teetering on the brink of extinction, as we were centuries ago?” the tall, thinner man spoke. Ronnie desperately clung to his Chippewa heritage. It gave him faith each time he came into contact with Raphael's clan.

  “Don't lecture me Ronnie,” Storm said through gritted teeth. “I need to rest, then I'll track my brother. Our clan is teetering on the brink of extinction, because, according to the Old Ones; Wendigos, our ancestors were cannibals who ate their fucking women and children! Our clan came pretty damn close to extinction back then, remember?” Storm raised a dark eyebrow at his long time clan member.

  “I don't know. That was a long fucking time ago man. Wendigos and werewolf history aren't exactly in the history books, you know?” Ronnie laughed.

  “Thorne's in danger Ronnie, I can sense it. He and his mate are both in danger!” Storm Cloudfeather groaned, holding his head in the palm of his hand.

  * * * * * * *

  Raphael and Danoir walked through the wretched alley in the lower West Side on the outskirts of Donovan's town. Vampires and werewolves from Donovan's clan had ran Raphael and his small clan out of their city, infuriating him to no end. Unfortunately, Raphael's diabolical mind discovered many new ways of sexually manipulating Melanie, while bringing cruel calloused vengeance against Donovan and Thorne all in one felt swoop.

  “Where the fuck is he?” Raphael hissed. “He said he'd meet us at this time!” Raphael, in a fit of anger punched the side of the large green dumpster, leaving a dent bigger than the size of his fist.

  “Calm yourself vampire,” Kyle Sway, the hunter said as he coolly strolled down the alley towards the two vampires. “Don't you know the meaning of the word patience?” The hunter chuckled, dropping the heavy duffle bag down next to him.

  “Well, it's a bout fucking time!” Raphael hissed, approaching the man.

  “Whoa, hold up there bloodsucker!” Kyle demanded, pulling a small crossbow out of the bag. “I don't fucking trust you! Now how do we get our hands on the hybrid?” Kyle demanded.

  “Quite easily,” Raphael growled deeply. You see, I was in her head the first time I met her. If it weren't for Thorne, she would have been mine that night. But that was before I knew she had fucking wolf in her!” Raphael spat in disgust. “After I'm finished with her, you take her and do whatever the fuck you want with her. First, I want half my payment up front!” Raphael demanded. “Don't fuck me hunter, or I swear, I'll tear your fucking heart out and shove it up your ass!”

  Tell you what vamp, deliver me the hybrid, and I'll give you all the money. Nothing up front until I see you stick to your word. Capish? And don't try anything, whether you know it or not, you're being watched. Did you really think I was stupid enough to come here alone?” Kyle laughed. Instead of calling to the hybrid, take this.” With one hand, Kyle dipped into the duffel bag, pulling out a small round silver gadget resembling that of a compass, only larger.

  “What's that?” Danoir asked.

  “This little beauty tracks hybrids. My brother invented it himself. Hybrids are worth a lot of fucking money. You can get more money for them if you dissect them. It really depends to whom and where you sell them. My brother and I are one of the best dealers in the biz, and if you deliver, we'll take good care of you.”

  Raphael grinned as greed radiated in his eyes, lust slowly replacing greed at the though
t of all he would do to the hybrid whore….Thorne's whore.

  * * * * * * *

  The sun set quickly causing vampires to stir throughout the elegant neighborhood. Something jarred Thorne out of his sleep, causing him to sit straight up in bed. Thinking Melanie had tapped him, he glanced over at her still body. It had to have been Storm projecting his spirit, shaking Thorne out of his sleep. His brother was pissed, Thorne could feel his brother's anger radiate through his body.

  Melanie stirred next to him rolling over, flinging her arms around his waist.

  “Well, hello sleepy head,” Thorne laughed, as he gently touched the tip of his mate's nose. “I'm surprised your father hasn't bothered us. I know he's awake now.” Thorne said, reaching for the lamp on the night-stand next to the bed.

  “Get your asses down here now!” Donovan Jackson roared from downstairs, sending a slight child down Melanie's spine.

  “Dammit Thorne! You spoke too soon!” Melanie squealed, slipping into a denim dress, this time wearing bra and panties. “He's gonna kill us!”

  “Well, he warned us. What's the worse he will do? He's a peace loving man, correct?” Thorne grinned as he slipped into a pair of faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

  “It will be fine, his bark is worse than his bite.” Melanie suggested.

  “Well, I respect your father Melanie, but I won't be pushed around by him.” Thorne said. “Oh shit, I made love to his daughter under his roof, so he'll view that as disrespect.”